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ABSTRACT POEMS

    

   I did'nt fall into your trap.  

   I was not lost without a map.  

   I was not a toddler without a nap.

   I was not a singer without their rap.  

   Or a dancer without a tap.

   I was not a tree without it's sap.  

   I don't not get zapped by you, it's true.

   I am not blue.

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An experiment in end of line rhyming it would seem and you have done a great job.

Blessings,
Lesa